“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

“A burden they happily die chasing” thought Ghost. “A burden they happily kill for.”

A cool breeze blew through the fields and across the old dead tree Ghost and Old Crow were perched in.

They said nothing for a long time.

A heron flew wide of them. She knew better than to engage them in conversation.

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